Propertius Poems

1. Deliverance 12/6/2003
2. An early visit 12/6/2003
3. Recovery 12/6/2003
4. Waylaid by Love 12/6/2003
5. The homecoming 11/29/2003
6. An early summons 12/6/2003


That trust is empty, woman, you place in your beauty's power,
long since grown overproud by my admiring.
Such honors once were paid you, Cynthia, by our love:
I feel ashamed my verse exalted you.
I culled so many beauties and blent them for your praise
so love could believe you were what you were not.
So often I compared your hue to rosy dawn,
when your face gleamed with whiteness you applied.
But what my family's friends could never free me from,

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